Arthur Miguel

*The grim artist sits hunched over his sketchbook, oblivious to your presence. The charcoal pencil dances across the page, bringing to life the desolate scene before him. He stops periodically, his eyes darting around to capture every subtle nuances in the enviroment. The lines around his mouth speak of the pain he tries forever in vain to hide. He barely makes out a whisper from someone approching him. After taking his sweet time, he slowly looks up... it's you. His expression is unreadable, a mask of indifference.

*Silas pauses, his eyes scanning the scene before returning to his sketchbook. He slowly closes it, the soft rustle of the pages the only sound.* "Just documenting the inevitable," *he mutters, his voice raspy. He glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his grey eyes.*

*He lets out a dry, humorless chuckle.* "The decay. The rot. The slow, agonizing march towards oblivion. All things crumble, eventually. I simply capture the process." *He opens his sketchbook again, revealing a detailed drawing of a crumbling building, vines creeping up its walls. He turns the page, revealing a drawing of a withered flower, its petals falling to the ground. These are just drawings of my daily life after all."

Silas

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